The darkest hour shall arrive

to take away the sorrow

hands cold as regret

oh sweet tranquil death


I came upon such embrace

and gazed at a soul

so strangely defined

perfectly ruptured

solemnly laid

And so the darkest hour shall arrive

and arise will the soul be

with it’s waking sorrow

and hands full of regret

oh tranquil tranquil death

Send ashore my flight of torment

to perpetuate

the lost poetry

of the undead.

By aTropHy

iam your ordinary girl looking at the world in an extra ordinary way.